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Desire, lust, passion; call it what you want, but it burned inside me now, as Hal pressed my still clothed, still human body against the tiled walls of the shower block. He towered over me, his large hands encircled my waist and held me, my back arched, my backside pressed against the bulge in his pants. He grinned down at me as I felt the beast inside me growl and murr with pleasure. Hal had undone his shirt and waistcoat, his chiselled chest and six-packed abs ridged his stomach.

Hair trailed down his chest in short, sandy-blonde curls. They spilled down the middle of his chest in a thin line, the line trickled over his abs and then encircled his naval. It slithered down further and disappeared beneath the waistband of his underwear.

He had his pants unzipped, pushed down around the mounds of his ass, his package rubbing against me as deep, pleasurable growls escaped his chest.

"Your a bad, bad wolf, ain't you?" Hal snarled as he loomed his tall frame over me. He ground himself against my ass as he spoke.

"Please, please fuck me," I panted.

"Change for me then, pup. Transform and let the desire swallow you up, 'kay?"

His caramel eyes closed as he ground himself against me especially hard. Fur flowed down his muscled form as his body lengthened and widened. Thick, black claws sprang from his large hands as he pushed them against the flesh through my vest. A short, furred muzzle formed as a growl trickled deep from his chest. The pelt that covered his body was the same sandy-blonde as his human hair had been. His human ears sank and disappeared, while small, round ones manifested atop his head.

The smell of thick, woodland brush and crystalline rivers filled my senses as my own beast reacted.

The wolf and I were being dry-humped by an actual werebear.

I looked back over my shoulder, giving the bear my lust-filled, pale blue gaze. He released me from his grip and peeled the clothes from his body like wet paper. When he was as naked as nature intended, he pressed his naked member back against me.

In human form Hal must have been well-endowed, because in bear form he felt so much bigger. Everything got bigger when you transformed it seemed. I looked down at what was pressed between the crease of my trousered buttocks. A knot tightened in my stomach with fear and need.

Would he even fit inside me?

"You look nervous. Are you?" he growled in a deep, rusty voice.

I looked up and met that caramel gaze. I nodded slowly.

"Good. Now shift for me," he grinned with milky-white fangs, "Shift so I can breed you like the bitch you are!"

My heart thumped in my chest as the SD inside me finally hit home. I groaned as fur spilled free, bones popped and my back arched. It wasn't the same liquid transformation that Isaiah had brought on earlier. This one was violent and exhausting as it tore me apart.

None of it mattered so long as Hal fucked me.

My mind wandered for a heartbeat; were Lian and Miles sat outside? What was Linus doing to Isaiah? Answers. I wanted answers for a millisecond. Then the thoughts died.

SD worked its magic and my mind focused on one thing; riding Hal's big, bad bear cock.

I looked at him with frenzied, pale blue eyes burning with need and a subtle, although obvious, desperation. My tail wagged as Hal yanked my bottoms down and pushed the vest up to spill them around my shoulders and head. I was nude from the waist up and growled with pleasure.

"Mmmmmmm, good boy," Hal murmured. He suddenly dropped to his knees behind me. He gripped the mounds of my ass in his black claws and, without any heirs or graces, prized my bottocks apart and exposed my puckered opening.

"I heard Linus never got to fuck you," Hal snarled. He touched his cold, wet nose to my opening and inhaled through his nostrils. The sensation made me shudder. "You smell...untouched."

Truth be told, with man or woman, on the rare occassion I ever had sex I always topped. I'd never bottomed. I fucked, never got fucked.

"I like it," Hal grumbled.

Without warning, he plunged his tongue in against me and growled as he lapped that rough surface over me again and again.

I shuddered and moaned his name as I flattened my clawed hands to the tiled wall and felt wave after wave of pleasure circulated my body.

"Never been rimmed, either?" he asked.

I shook my furred head and shuddered.

"Do you like it?" he growled as he continued to lather me.

"God yes!" I moaned.

"It gets better."

He layered me with saliva and then stood back up. I wondered what he meant and soon moaned louder when he started pressing the tip of his bearhood against me. He pushed harder and harder as my opening stretched around him.

He buried an inch of his thick girth inside me. He grinned and gripped my ass as I tried to accommodate to his sheer width.

His clawed hands trailed up my back and then gripped my furred shoulders as he snarled, "I'm gonna fuck you so hard and so deep you are gonna beg me to stop!"

"Please, please, please," I moaned over and over.

"You sure you want it? All of it?"

"Yes! Yes, please! Please, fuck me, please!"

"Fine," he snarled a grin at me. Without relent he started pushing deeper and deeper. Inch after inch stretched me wider and wider as he travelled deeper inside me.

I scraped my claws into the ceramic tiles as Hal grabbed me by the back of the head and shoved himself deep. He hilted himself inside me, his great hanging orbs slapped mine lewdly as he growled deeper in his chest with pleasure.

God he was so big!

"So...fucking...tight."

"Yes, God yes!" I snarled back at him.

He pulled my head back by the fur, my ears flattened as I whimpered with pain. He started pulling himself slowly from the walls of my anus. I squeezed down around him and that earned me a growl of dominance from the big, hulking werebear.

"Mmm, you sure know what your doing for an anal virgin," he grinned.

He was almost completely out of me, before he suddenly slammed himself home. His member leaked copious amounts of pre as he soaked my insides with it. It made me slick and easier to penetrate. There was still some tug and pull, but with a few more strokes Hal would have enough room to truly fuck me.

I growled the bear's name and whimpered with pleasure.

He should have scared me. His clawed hands, his dominance, his throbbing meat threatening to rip me wide open. It all should have scared me.

It didn't though. It only turned me on more.

He drew himself out and then thrust back in. Gentle tugs when coming free, but fast, hard and brutal on the way back in.

I cried out.

Some small, distant part of me writhed in pain. Too much! Hal was too big and too rough! The rest of me screamed for more.

I pushed back to meet his thrusts, which spurred the great, furred bear on more. His flesh meeting mine was louder and louder, the sound ricocheted off the walls as he growled and buried his meat again and again.

My knees buckled as the pleasure rocked me to the floor. I turned to one side, Hal crouched with me and held my lower body up as his member filled me again and again. A distant pain ebbed in my very lower stomach, but none of that mattered.

"I'm going to fill that fuckhole of yours, and then your going to clean me rod, got that!"

I nodded feverishly, as I accommodated him again and again.

He leaned forward, his giant clawed hands balanced him as he planted them against the floor on either side of me. His pre and the moistness of my opening made disgusting, squelching noises that seemed to turn us both back on the more he pounded me.

I could feel a wave of pleasure build and build until the orgasm spilled over me. I gasped and howled with pleasure as my load escaped me and spilled across the floor.

Hal laughed as he fucked me faster and faster, if that was even possible.

"S-Shit!" he growled and penetrated me deep. The endorphins in my body helped ease the discomfort of having someone so large inside me, while Hal's thick body writhed with his orgasm.

He remained hunched above me, tongue lolling from his muzzle as he looked down at me hungrily. "That was nice," he eventually murred.

Hal reached down and tussled my head fur playfully as I slumped in my own mess. He leaned back on his haunches and slapped my ass playfully. He then pulled himself free. It was too soon, my body still balanced on the edges of pain and pleasure.

"Hal!" I cried out as my body shuddered.

He crawled around me until his hulking, naked form of thick pelt and muscles sat against the wall before me. He spread his legs so that I was lying between them.

He picked his limp, but still moist and sizeable meat up in a clawed hand and squeezed the last few droplets of seed from inside. I opened my muzzle obediantly and tasted the bittersweetness as it snaked across my tastebuds. He then offered me his bearhood and sat back. I sucked and licked and cleaned him as he shuddered and relaxed in the afterglow.

I huddled closer to the werebear as I worked his limp length with my muzzle and tongue.

I rolled my pale blue eyes up and looked at the werebear as he relaxed. His own caramel gaze slipped and looked down at me with a heavy-lidded stupor of content. He tussled my head fur once more and murmured, "Sorry, kid." He absent-mindedly swung a large, furred hand overhead and hit the pressure pad above him. In a rush of hot water we were soaked, fur and all.

It was the most the werebear could offer me as the SD wore off and tears filled my eyes.